He looked over as she got up and left the small hut they were in. He could automatically tell what was wrong; he had done it again. It wasn't as if he couldn't help himself, but things just seemed so useless. He doubted they would ever defeat Naraku, and he needed a child to carry on the battle. As strong as all the others were, Naraku was that much stronger, and he was always one step ahead of him.
He looked over to the young girl swooning over him, and wrapped his arm around her shoulders and squeezed her, "I'll be right back m'lady."
He got up and ignored the death glare he got from Kagome, and pretended not to hear, "keh," coming from the corner Inuyasha was sitting in. He walked outside of the hut and saw Sango sitting a ways away; he didn't go over to her. He instead went the other way, a bit out into the forest and sat against a tree resting his staff in the crook of his elbow and brought his right hand in front of him and stared at the piece of cloth and his arm surrounded in his rosary. He sighed still staring; there was nothing he could do. As much as he loved Sango, he would never treat her as some woman just to bear his child to keep the family going to fight Naraku, he would not. She wasn't meant to be some other girl, used for his own purposes, she wasn't only meant to help his name survive. He knew he loved her, and if they survived, then he would ask her to live with him, and bear his child.
Until then, he could only try, and hope his love for her would live long enough until they could be together, in death or in living.
He gritted his teeth and a tear dripped onto his hand bound in cloth. He took a deep breath and regained his composure; this was how things needed to be. No other way, he loved Sango, but he would never use her. He at least wished that he could somehow tell her that he loved her, and that if they won, they would be together forever.
